“Their planet had a purpose,” Death said. “Before they even got here.”
‘The human souls?’ she asked.
“Mostly storage vessels. They didn’t try. The universe will not let them progress to a stage of technology-”
‘Because of what they did?’
“Because of what they do, my dear. Look around you. The cons outweigh the pros once again, and without a greater level of commitment from their souls at this point-”
‘The soul group-?’
“The soul group becomes moot, I’m afraid. Cosmic soul dust -”
‘That’s okay,’ she said hurriedly. ‘I can work with that.’
Death stared at her face again. Then He cracked a small smile to Himself. Maybe she can actually get this done, he mused.